Death Walks Through collection by Lisa Williamson

Author:Lisa Williamson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ghost short story, horror short story, paranormal romance, death, ghosts
Publisher: Lisa Williamson
Published: 2014-07-13T00:00:00+00:00

Under the Black Bridge © 2013

THIS TALE GOES BACK once more to my hometown. One of the ghost stories that linger for Nashua, NH is about a train accident that happened in the 1950s. Here I have crossed this tale with a bit of family history. I wrote this in part to honor a man I never got to meet, my grandfather Frank McHard.

"SOMETIMES LEGENDS SPRING from the smallest of things. Children's laughter is not something that normally one would associate with darkness, but under the Black Bridge late at night can be heard the laughter of little children. No child has been found when concerned adults go out to look, but what they find, now that is a different story."

"But I was there you know? The day the train derailed over the River. The passengers screaming as the water rushed in and it was a mad house. Some of us dove into the river to try and save as many as we could. Wasn't the best idea being how strong the currents are in the river, but they were dying, you know?"

The shadowy man sitting across the clearing nodded as if he understood. The end of his cigarette glowed in the gloom.

"There was only so much we could do, but we did it. After all that was the job. To aid and protect. We all take that vow when we put on the badge."

"But they don't tell you how to deal with it when you can't do they Frank?" The man's voice was hollow, but deep, understanding.

The tall blonde police officer shook his head looking out over the water toward the two black and cracked pillars. "No they don't. That day was so hard on the men who could not pull out every body living. To see those little ones so limp..." Frank's voice broke then and his broad shoulders slumped. "I tried, I did, but they were gone before I found them in the last car. Six of them all trapped in the wreckage."

"There was nothing you could do, officer. They did not suffer you know?"

Blue eyes flashed with anger as Frank turned back toward the other man in the clearing. "How do you know that? How do you know they weren't afraid, that they didn't gasp out their last breaths praying for me to come and save them?"

The shadow tipped back his hat and black eyes gleamed out. "I know Frank, I know."

The officer turned back to the river with a jerk of his shoulders and if you listened close you could hear him grinding his teeth as if trying to control his emotions. "Well maybe." He started to pace back and forth along the river's edge under the massive willow tree. "They looked so innocent when they were brought up. Like they simply fell asleep, but it wasn't that easy. No one goes easy in the River."

"Frank what did Ruth tell you?"

The pacing stopped and a surprised yet soft chuckle came out of his massive chest. "Oh my sweet Ruthie, my strong Irish flower, now she told me to stop blaming myself.

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